GOD guard me from those thoughts
In the mind alone;
He that sings a lasting song
Thinks in a marrow-bone;
From all that makes a wise old man

THE host is riding from Knocknar
And over the grave of Clooth-na-B
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away
Empty your heart of its mortal dre

SHE that but little patience knew
From childhood on, had now so much
A grey gull lost its fear and flew
Down to her cell and there alit,
And there endured her fingers’ tou

Laughter not time destroyed my voi
And put that crack in it,
And when the moon’s pot-bellied
I get a laughing fit,
For that old Madge comes down the

I HAVE heard the pigeons of the
Make their faint thunder, and the
Hum in the lime-tree flowers; and
The unavailing outcries and the ol
That empty the heart. I have forg

INDIGNANT at the fumbling wits
Of our old paudeen in his shop, I
Among the stones and thorn-trees,
Until a curlew cried and in the lu
A curlew answered; and suddenly th

Whence did all that fury come?
From empty tomb or Virgin womb?
Saint Joseph thought the world wo
But liked the way his finger smelt

I will arise and go now, and go to
And a small cabin build there, of
Nine bean-rows will I have there,
And live alone in the bee-loud gla
And I shall have some peace there

THE Powers whose name and shape
Have pulled the Immortal Rose;
And though the Seven Lights bowed
The Polar Dragon slept,
His heavy rings uncoiled from glim

While I, that reed-throated whisp
Who comes at need, although not no
A clear articulation in the air,
But inwardly, surmise companions
Beyond the fling of the dull ass’s